Re: log: dylan & max (daniel & lin too)
[Lin ignored the sword-point (buried to the foible) of Daniel's glare as it fell on his shoulder-blades, too busy grinning at Max and the fondness he coaxed from her, even if it wasn't his own legwork that got him there. He felt a little like a spintop wobbling erratically across varnish, waiting for the gyroscopic effect and physics of the moment to take over and keep him upright—but, it was like he went straight from a weak hand to increasing precession, and was like, this close to toppling, all that energy inside of him fanatically thrashing around, pushing him onto the balls of his feet, bouncing next to Daniel's hospital bed.
He laughed at Dylan, not at all rebuffed by the bland lack of interest. He dipped his head to the side, ear to his shoulder as flitting, black eyes watched the solar system of the room settle, each person orbiting off into their own revolution, Kepler orbits keeping them pinging in close and batting out far.
God, and he talked fast, good humor and sarcasm drawn in equal measure.] '-ee' is a suffix to refer to the beneficiary—though, that word choice could be argued in this instance—of an action. 'To stalk' being the action here. The stalker being the one doing the stalking. And the stalkee, being stalked. So I'm guessing you, the mentee to Daniel's mentor—wingman/wingmanee—, or the visitor to Daniel's visitee, or the perceived libelee to my libeler, or the Christ-baby's-ass to this situation, which is, yes, me calling you an ass of a magical baby and, yes, falling out of the established pattern, but what the fuck ever— don't want any water. Which is chill. [Lin held up his hands, like he accepted that, like he wasn't going to fight Dylan's right to be a dick, just before he shooed himself out of the way for Dylan and Daniel's capital-D reunion, and sidelined himself to the wall near Max.
He didn't lean like she did, though, super cool and casual, he teetered a bit on his sneaker and just smiled at her like he was happy she was here. Letting the two whitest dudes get their talk on, he spoke quietly to his sister.] I go back to London to sleep. [He jerked his head in Daniel's direction without subtlety.] Don't tell. [He mimed tears.]